God of aw­ful ma­jes­ty,
Thy glo­ri­ous name we praise;
Known are all Thy works to Thee
Of judg­ment, and of grace:
In Thine on­ly breast it lies
To raise or sink, re­vive or slay:
Wilt Thou yet again chas­tise,
Or turn Thy wrath away?

Vengeance on Thy foes to take
Hast Thou in an­ger sworn?
Sworn again our earth to shake,
And from its base o’ert­urn?
Surely then to Ab­ra­ham’s seed
Thou shalt re­veal the wrath to come,
Speak the pun­ish­ment de­creed,
And warn us of our doom.

But if so Thy will or­dain
Its close de­sign to hide,
Let us in Thy work re­main,
And in Thy love abide;
Stand for all events pre­pared,
With pa­tience armed and god­ly fear;
Stand for ev­er on our guard,
Till Thy great arm ap­pear.

Blessèd are the ser­vants, Lord,
Whom Thou shalt watch­ing find,
Hanging on Thy faith­ful word,
And to Thy will re­signed;
Safe amidst the darts of death,
Secure they rest in all alarms,
Sure their Lord hath spread be­neath
His ev­er­last­ing arms.

Should the earth this mo­ment cleave,
And swal­low up the just,
Jesus would their souls re­ceive,
And guard their sleep­ing dust:
Though their dust the whirl­wind sweep
To earth’s pro­founde­st core, their sins for­giv’n,
Soon, emerg­ing from the deep,
They rise, they mount to Heav’n!